The closest person to my heart died in January this year. I was raised by her and she was always there when I needed her, from changing my diapers and coming with me when I wanted to get my first piercing. She was my grandmother but she was like a mother to me. June last year we received the bad news. She had cancer. It was so bad and extended, doctors could not do anything for her. We decided not to tell her right away. Because of that she lived double the time the doctors expected.

For me it was an intense period of my life, both sad and beautiful. I took time off from work and flew to Spain to stay next to her, till her last breath. As she did with me when I was a child, I talked a lot with her about her fears, watched her in the middle of the night to check if she was sleeping, painted her nails in fancy colors, changed her diapers and held her hand until the very last moment.

We had a lot of time to say goodbye to each other.

Still, the time left to say goodbye to someone you love is never enough.